The Wind Of Creation
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Mark Heathcote
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I shall be invisible
a force pushing you on
taking you to destinations
you've always longed-
to one day belong.
Let me morph into a vapour-
that follows you,
all the places you've been.
Transient as a whisper,
never heard, never seen.
Let me lead you over
troubled waters
till you levitate and fall
and there shall I catch you,
catch you, one and all.
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